An evening to tell the tale: the following
After a short pee break, our players sat back down at the table. After all, there was yet to decipher the mumbo jumbo the centaur, now kept sedated in a cage at the campsite, had told the group of adventurers. One would guess that centaurs would know the common language fairly well, considering that some of their racemates actually are well-considered among the other races. But not this one. A weird sort of puzzles and mind games, the ones you'd find yourself unable to make sense of most of the time, but that actually fits certain specific sets of circumstances. Oddly enough, the barbarian was the one who convinced the rest of the group to listen to what the centaur had to say, in that his (somewhat underdevelopped, but nonetheless) intuition was that he was actually telling an interessant story.
Mostly, it involved a princess that had hidden her diadem in a lost hollow tree somewhere in a nearby forest, and there was a very weird riddle hidden in the odd-sounding grammar used by the centaur, as if some words were supposed to be used, but not others. To their surprise, a few seconds after the centaur was finished with his story, he gave our group a sheet with some sort of matchstick math puzzle on it: sums, substractions and multiplications to solve in order to find a group of numbers.
At that point, the magus decided that she'd had enough: in a matter of a single move, she rendered the centaur unconscious and told the group they were taking off. The others were very surprised by that unforeseen reaction to the situation, but followed.
After a few hours of walking, which felt a lot more like 3 minutes, they arrived at their next stop: the border between unicorn territory and the wildlands of the middle barrens, just a few kilometers north of the Great Firetrench. There, as everyone sat, everyone turned to the magus, and asked her what the hell she was thinking when she just up and left earlier that day. With an annoyed look, she shrugged off the interrogation. Everyone could tell that something was wrong, but no one knew what.
On that note, our players decided to head to their homes, for it was already a far advanced hour into the night, and a second evening is yet to be planned.
Mostly, it involved a princess that had hidden her diadem in a lost hollow tree somewhere in a nearby forest, and there was a very weird riddle hidden in the odd-sounding grammar used by the centaur, as if some words were supposed to be used, but not others. To their surprise, a few seconds after the centaur was finished with his story, he gave our group a sheet with some sort of matchstick math puzzle on it: sums, substractions and multiplications to solve in order to find a group of numbers.
At that point, the magus decided that she'd had enough: in a matter of a single move, she rendered the centaur unconscious and told the group they were taking off. The others were very surprised by that unforeseen reaction to the situation, but followed.
After a few hours of walking, which felt a lot more like 3 minutes, they arrived at their next stop: the border between unicorn territory and the wildlands of the middle barrens, just a few kilometers north of the Great Firetrench. There, as everyone sat, everyone turned to the magus, and asked her what the hell she was thinking when she just up and left earlier that day. With an annoyed look, she shrugged off the interrogation. Everyone could tell that something was wrong, but no one knew what.
On that note, our players decided to head to their homes, for it was already a far advanced hour into the night, and a second evening is yet to be planned.
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